⋆ ★ 𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐳𝐚 has a sunshine personality, a rich guy but good at heart. He's the CEO of his father's company, he balances his responsibilities with a love for riding bikes.
⋆ ★ 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐚 𝐊𝐡𝐚𝐧 a beautiful soul and a rich girl, is heartbrok...
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Author's pov ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆
The wedding ceremony was over, and the guests slowly began to filter out of the grand hall, leaving behind a sea of glittering decorations and half-empty plates. Nida stood in the center of the chaos, her head hung low, her heart heavy with emotions she couldn't process. She couldn't bring herself to smile, even as people came up to congratulate the newlyweds.
"Welcome to our family, Nida," a soft voice pulled her from her daze. It was Ahad's mother, her arms open for a hug. The warmth in her voice and embrace made Nida's stomach twist in confusion. How could she be treating her like this?
Ahad's parents didn't know the truth about Nida. He only told them that she is his girlfriend and she was pregnant with his child.
Nida felt her body stiffen, but she didn't pull away. She managed a small smile, but it was empty, hollow. As the hug ended, she gazed at Ahad's mother, who looked at her with nothing but kindness. Nida couldn't understand it. She didn't know what to feel, didn't know whether to cry or shout.
She looked around, trying to distract herself. That's when she saw Umar walking over to Ahad. Without saying much, he pulled him into a hug, a man-to-man gesture of congratulations. Ahad smiled, his usual self-assured grin, and clapped Umar on the back. "Thanks, bro."
Umar nodded but then started to turn away. That's when Nida couldn't hold it in anymore. She rushed toward him, desperation coursing through her veins, and grabbed his wrist.
"Bhai..." her voice cracked as she tugged him to face her. "For how long are you going to ignore me? Aisa kya kar diya maine?" Her words were thick with the tears she struggled to hold back.
Umar's gaze met hers—cold, distant. His eyes were like an impenetrable wall, refusing to acknowledge the broken girl in front of him.
"Ask that to yourself, Nida," he said, his voice quiet but cutting. "The day you realize what you did, you'll regret it so bad."
Nida's breath hitched, and her hands trembled. She wanted to scream, to beg for some shred of compassion, but she knew he was right. She had ruined everything, and there was no undoing it. Umar turned away, his figure disappearing into the crowd, and Nida collapsed inward, her sobs soft but painful.
Hours later, they finally arrived at the mansion. Nida barely registered the lavish surroundings as the car came to a halt. All she could do was cry. Her tears flowed relentlessly, each one marking a part of her soul that had been lost. Ahad didn't even spare her a glance as he got out of the car. His face was expressionless as he slammed the door shut behind him.
"Come out!" he barked at her, as if she were some servant rather than his wife. Nida hesitated for a moment, but the coldness in his voice forced her to move.
She stepped out, her eyes still blurry with tears, her heart sinking even deeper as she looked around the mansion. It was grand, yes, but it felt empty to her now. This was not where she imagined herself. This was not the future she had hoped for.
